Repentance
dreams
from the heart

Rewind
works
into the heart.

too many
not be throw away

too little
not be run away

chaebol or
homeless

too satisfied
indifferent typical people

I don't want to live like them.

in the evening
approach like darkness

at dawn
leave like light.

all different things
have equal
there is only one value
We are human beings.

In the ocean
Waves don't hug each other
they just mix together.

It's too hot
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door

in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up

My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes

How happy am I?

Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows

I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before

What a joy!

Can i do it?

WAVING IN THE WIND

Now,
I will never be lonely at night.

Masterpieces are born by breaking the rules, and it's up to the reader, not the writer, to nurture them. Because the rules are not made by the writer, but by the reader. But breaking the rules doesn't mean you didn't follow them, it just means you don't need them.